Banjo in the Breeze (Bluegrass)

Another tune for, and about, my dear old Dad.

“Banjo in the Breeze"
© 2024 Thomas Gantz / Gantaro Music (ASCAP)

[Intro] (Instrumental section, 8 bars.)

[Verse 1]
On the porch swing,
'neath the evening sky,
he picks his banjo,
lets the notes fly.
Once a young man,
in a Bluegrass band,
now he strums at home,
where he makes his stand.

[Chorus]
Oh, he's pickin' that banjo,
with a heart so light,
tunes of the past,
echo through the night.
The music in his soul,
always finds a way,
pickin' that banjo,
at the end of the day.

[Verse 2]
Memories linger,
of the stage's glow.
Crowds and festivals,
from years ago.
Now the crickets sing,
in harmony,
as he plays his songs,
'neath the old oak tree.

[Chorus]
Oh, he's pickin' that banjo,
with a heart so light.
Tunes of the past,
echo through the night.
The music in his soul,
always finds a way.
Pickin' that banjo,
at the end of the day.

[Banjo Solo] (Instrumental banjo solo, 8 bars.)

[Bridge]
He smiles as he plays,
with the stars above.
Each note a whisper,
of the life he loves.
No longer on the road,
but his spirit's free.
In every melody, he finds his peace.

[Chorus]
Oh, he's pickin' that banjo,
with a heart so light.
Tunes of the past,
echo through the night.
The music in his soul,
always finds a way.
Pickin' that banjo,
at the end of the day.

[Outro]
So here's to the nights,
with the banjo strings.
Playing Bluegrass tunes,
as the twilight sings.
Though the years have passed,
the music stays.
A gift of joy,
in the evening haze.